A thousand years

When I first listened to this song, it was for Satya, still is.

But the motherhood in me is also overwhelmed thinking about the lyrics ' I have died everyday waiting for you'. That is for my love, Aritya.

A thousand years (Christina Perri)
The day we met
Frozen I held my breath
Right from the start
I knew that I'd found a home for my heart
Beats fast, colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I am afraid to fall, but watching you stand alone?
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

Time stands still
Beauty in all she is, I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath, every hour has come to this
One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you
Time has...

Upgrade: AI 2.0

This blog is a manifesto of an analogy of something we discussed and very much amused.

'There was an architect who codes and eventually, he made an AI. As its name implicate, the AI starts learning and eventually upgraded itself. Now, the upgraded AI is able to sustain itself, slowly becomes powerful and now have taken over the architect and started advising him on crucial matters to which he obliges'.

Halloween 2018

My son's school will organize Halloween party on October 27, 2018 and invited the parents to join the celebration. Although not compulsory, the teachers encouraged kids to dress-up in characters up to their preferences.

We got excited about it and had many options. After considering the amount of work and suitability, we finalized Severus Snape, the wizard or Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Jedi. I have the replica of Elder Wand with me, so I just have to make a robe. But wands are sharp and if used wrongly can cause serious curses and damages (OK, if kids used them wrongly, it can accidentally poke or hurt someone). Light sabers on the other hand, is popular amongst kids and they will probably enjoy it more.

So our hunt for light saber begun at hobby stores and recycled store (we did not want to buy the costume online). We were initially disappointed when we couldn't find it, but we found light saber look-alike being sold at Daiso (100 yen store). Satya bought a LED torch light from the store as well. He dismantled the Daiso light saber illuminator tube and connected it with a LED torch light and voila, you have a light saber!

Now, we need a robe. Inspired by this blog and after some modification, I started my project on making the robe. I obtained some cloth from a new comforter cover and started measuring the cloth and cutting it. Since, I had no sewing machine, I had to stitch everything by hand. I could only work on this when Aritya was sleeping, and it took me 2 weeks (just the Saturdays to complete it). I started stitching the side of the robes and making the end neat. Then I started working on the hood and stitched their ends. Finally I attached the hood to the robe. The end results, although a little crude, it was utterly satisfying. The next morning, I tried it on Ari-chan and I told him that there a some mistakes and it is not perfect to which he said, " It is OK, if there are some mistakes, it looks perfect". I smiled and hugged him :)

39th Birthday

As usual I am updating my birthday on my blog. 39 this years, happy and striving. 

Here is to more birthdays to come!!

11 October 2018

Ten years ago on 11 October 2008, after admission in the hospital due to pneumonia, my nephrologist recommended that I started dialysis. I was diagnosed with glomerulonephritis just a year back on April 2007. So, there I was in the hospital accompanied by my sister, bravely started my first dialysis. A lot and I meant A LOT has happened since then. Here I am striving with my son with the support of Satya and our family. Today, we received a notification indicating the possible next venture in our life. Our next phase in life may begin soon, introducing us to new life experience, new people and environment while here we are so complacent and comfortable with our current life.
Looking back at all the obstacles that Satya and I have gone through, gives me a glimmer of hope that we shall however overcome whatever difficulties we may face in the future with hard work and determination that brings improvements to our son's life.

Down Under Diary

I hope to bring Aritya for travel once a year to broaden his perspective and life experience. Apart from Malaysia and Japan, we both have traveled to Indonesia and Philippines together. Our latest venture for this year was a trip to Perth, Australia during our visit to Malaysia for summer break. After visiting Satya’s parents and spending some time at my parents’ place, we made our trip to down under. Since it was winter, the rain was not welcoming upon our arrival, but we were welcomed by the smiles of my brother’s family there. After a quick lunch we explored the supermarkets and bought some supplies and tried some Australian delicacies. We rested for the day due to bad weather and hoped for a better weather the next day. The next sunny day, we went to a nearby farm and witnessed some native Australian reptiles and birds. Aritya had some nice experience holding a python and seeing kangaroos and koalas for the first time. After a quick brunch, we headed to another petting zoo and saw a variety of animals and birds. We were fascinated to pet and feed some kangaroos and I was particularly excited to see Aritya feeding kangaroos about his height. He also enjoyed petting and feeding llamas, sheeps and deers. We then, made long road trips and witnessed some exotic Australian trees and plenty of plains and farms with grass grazing cows and galloping horses. The next day, we went to the beach to enjoy the Indian Ocean. Although the water was cold, Aritya enjoyed playing in the water and this absolutely was his favorite experience the whole time we were there. This prolonged further than expected and we headed back home to refresh and next took a train to the city. There we enjoyed some Australian delicacies and Aritya enjoyed playing and running. That night, we got ready for my nephew’s confirmation and being his godmom, I did the needful. The next day we enjoyed some food and finally flew back to Malaysia. Our journey continued in Malaysia with train rides, exploring the villages, road trips, Malaysian food and fruits and activities with family and grandparents. Now that we are back to Japan, he is back to his school and seemed excited than ever.

Typhoon No. 20 and No. 21

After long due, we went back to Malaysia. This is a planned trip, so I booked tickets to go Malaysia and Perth months back to attend my nephew’s confirmation. Gunden had been looking forward for this trip for months and finally when the day came, we received a notification that our flight was delayed to midnight because of typhoon warning in Japan. Being disappointed and dreading midnight flights (Aritya gets sick when traveling), we left home for the airport. But halfway to the airport, the typhoon started and the train we were on stopped moving and halted service due to the closure of bridge to Kansai airport. We were stranded at the Izumisano station and coincidentally met and mingled with fellow Malaysians whom were scheduled to take the same flight as us. The station staff went all out to provide snacks and beverages for us and even offered free taxi rides early next morning to the airport once the bridge resumed operation. Aritya became sick at that time and it lingered till the airport where we were stranded again for hours because of flight delay. This was due to Typhoon No. 20 that hit Japan on August 24^th, 2018. Once we were in Malaysia, Aritya was sick the whole day and only got better the next day. My returned flight was scheduled on September 6^th, 2018. Coincidentally, a powerful typhoon named Jebi (Typhoon No. 21) hit Japan on September 5th and this time, the damage was severe, particularly to Kansai airport. Apart from the damage to the runways in the airport, a tanker hit the bridge leading to the airport causing airport closure. Due to these damages, my flight was cancelled and I rescheduled it to September 9^th, 2018. Unfortunately, the airport did not recommence its service by then and was cancelled again. We were upset, panicked and with the help of Satya who was in Japan, we finally re-routed our flight to Tokyo on September 12^th, 2018. Coincidentally at the very last minute, the airline provided rescue flight to Nagoya on the same day but after several attempts, they denied us to change flight again. Feeling utterly frustrated, Aritya and I began our adventure to Tokyo, Japan. He was very well behaved as always in the flight but vomited at the very end upon landing towards midnight (again!). This continued till night at the airport until he slept. We stayed at the airport hoping to take the first train to Shinagawa and then to Osaka. I stayed up and very early morning, we both opted for train as we planned. We managed to go to Shinagawa with a large luggage and a stroller and a backpack. Aritya was very helpful and cooperating as always. The bullet train ride was not so pleasurable this time for both us. Although this was the third bullet train ride train for Aritya, he felt sick several times until he fell asleep. It was devastating to see him suffering during travels. We finally arrived at Osaka and met Satya. He was sick until about breakfast and was better after that. This blog is a reminder of the arduous task that we faced during this particular travel and importantly to remember the deeds of some very kind people we met during this venture.

Green foxtail love

It has been raining for the past few days. It is the rainy season in Japan, but what is contrary to the norm is, schools have been closed. It is because of possible landslide warning issued by the city office in fear of the recent Osaka earthquake occurred in June 18, 2018.

We were watching the rain fall in our backyard and saw the drains filled with water, and the grass wet from the rain and the raindrops on the fence. What captivated me was a single green foxtail grass standing amidst the rain. The flashing green color and the raindrops on the grass made it exceptionally prepossessing. Aritya was looking at it too and we both enjoyed the serenity of the rain and the beautiful grass. Little that I know, that Aritya was determined to get the foxtail after the rain ceased (after a few days). He plucked the foxtail grass, got rid of the excessive leaves and handed it over to me. I was touched by his act of kindness and love and told him so. I Since then, every time we go for a walk, to explore the ‘wilderness’ of the world, and every time he spots the green foxtail, he will pluck them and gave them to me. This practice has continued for some time now and I have collected quite several green foxtails on my shelf. Whenever I questioned his endearing act, he says ‘because you like it (foxtail) and I love amma’. That was one of the many nicest things that I have heard him say and do. The capacity of a 3 year old to exhibit and share his love is something that we all can imitate and pursuit.   

Osaka earthquake 2018

Having experienced my first earthquake in 2011 have thought me the perils of earthquake and how insignificant we are in the eyes of natural disasters. But being human, we move on, forgetting the terrors of the past and looking forward to the wonderful things ahead of us. But the experience of the Tohoku earthquake in 2011, has thought us enough to be alert (at least) or be safe for the next disaster. But, never have I thought that we would experience another mass earthquake. On June 18, 2018, an earthquake occurred in the northern part of Osaka prefecture. The epicenter is merely miles away from where we live. It was in the morning of a bright Monday morning and we were happily preparing for school and work. Aritya was happily dancing to Taylor Swift’s shake it off song (the irony). I was boiling some eggs and invited him to watch it boiling. I carried him and suddenly we heard loud noise and furniture was shaking. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening, but Satya was already shouting ‘earthquake, earthquake’ and headed to the door. I followed suit while carrying Aritya, fearing for his safety but I tumbled on the floor. To my surprise, I got up hastily and the three of us ran outside. Aritya was oblivious of what was happening. I hate to think that he experienced this but was thankful enough that he was in my arms when the earthquake happened. I was trembling while holding him hoping that the situation does not get worse. After deemed safe, we got back into the house and checked with our neighbor and learned that a 6.0 magnitude earthquake hit the northern prefecture of Osaka. It was a vertical shake that had made standing on the ground a difficulty and caused my tumble. School was closed that day, and we stayed alert for the whole night every time there was an aftershock. Aritya had learned about earthquake now but it made him anxious and he feared for things falling and loud noises. I hated that he had to experience this and have this fear of natural disasters. I am glad that schools in Japan and even parents have thought kids to be prepared in such situations and to keep safe during disasters. I all I hope is that it does not happen again and for him to be near me so that I could keep him safe.

8th Year

Today marks the 8th year of my transplantation and this is my 8th Tanabata in Japan.
8 wonderful years in Japan, surrounded by kind and humble people.
Accomplishing many successes and failures and still moving on feeling blessed with the opportunity that I have been given.
Transplantation reminds me of my second birth and the second chance that I have got to live this life to the fullest with gratitude and appreciation to everyone that matters.
Happy 8th year of transplantation and happy tanabata

My son is 3

My son turns 3 today and it marks the official 3 years of my motherhood. His birthday coincides with Mother's day, a blessed day indeed. We arranged for a short celebration just a week before inviting our neighbor kids whom adore Ari-chan. Yes, they call him Ari-chan affectionately and often converse with him in our backyard. I prepared a cake as usual and this time he helped me with the baking process by carefully mixing and not forgetting, licking the dough. I also ordered a strawberry cake from a friendly bakery near our house to serve to his friends. I invited my friend Menglu and both she and Satya bought some naan bread for our guests. Earlier, we celebrated by going to Shinsaibashi, our usual hanging spot because he loves train rides, especially the Hankyu train. During the ride, he likes to stand and look out of the window while describing what he sees and also hears in the train, particularly the door closing and signal sound. Apart from that, he also enjoys sitting at the first car and watch the driver maneuver the train. It was raining very heavily in the morning and by the time the guests arrived at about 4pm, it was drizzling. He was calm when we sang his birthday song and blew the candle successfully to which our neighbors said 'omedetou'. They enjoyed the cake and the naan bread and we enjoyed watching the kids play together. He slept early feeling happy and proud.

Basic essentials

Empathy....being sensitive or being able to understand the condition of another person from their perspective
Conscience....the inner sense of right and wrong that controls or guides the conducts of a individual
Compassion....the sympathy and concern towards misfortunes of others

The basic essentials for any individual to live a meaningful life which eventually may lead to a healthier and happier society.

Etiquette of professionals in the medical field

I suddenly recalled the enduring times of hospital visits, diagnosis and treatments during my chronic kidney disease for the past 11 years. I recalled a particular incident that wounded me emotionally that saddens me to this day. When I was first diagnosed with chronic kidney disease at a blossoming age of 27 and lacking information about the incurable disease, I was shattered with the news. I visited the hospitals frequently, hoping to hear positive news from the physicians that this disease is interim and I could live a normal life like any other girls my age thinking about work, marriage, family and bliss.
But on a particular visit to a reputable private hospital in Petaling Jaya, Malaysia; after waiting for a long time, I was called in by the physician and after looking at my medical report he turned to me and asked, "Do you pray? I don't think that you do and even if you do, it is not enough because this disease that you have at this age...only one in a million have it!" I was dumbfounded, devastated and shocked to hear those words from a professional physician whom is supposed to soothe me and suggest the possible treatment to help treat my condition. I kept silent, heart palpitating, and rushed out to the toilet but halted by Satya. I couldn't hold it and cried, feeling embarrassed, unable to contain myself and feeling hopeless.
Now that I am more knowledgeable about my disease and more mature, I often ponder how vulnerable patients are. Everyone will be in denial at the beginning stage and being hopeful for a cure hoping to live a normal life. To achieve this, we are very dependable on the opinions of the medical professionals. They are our hope to keep us calm to strive on. But when our trust is tarnished with such insensitive comments from a medical professional, what could a patient do? I did not visit a medical facility to get their opinion on the religious practices or how it can guarantee the longevity and well being of my life. I visited a medical facility to get help from the professional to interpret the results of my medical tests and to suggest the most appropriate treatment.
At this moment, I can't help to think the professionalism of medical practitioner here in Japan. All the nurses, doctors, pharmacists and technicians perform their duties with high regard and they take pride in what they do and yet so humble to their patients. I always feel at ease whenever I am at hospitals in Japan. I am not saying that I have been treated badly elsewhere. The majority of the practitioners that I have encountered are amazing and kind, but all I am saying is some practitioners can avoid such insensitive comments onto people that come over to them for help. Patients are already dejected with their diseases, and unkind comments will only make them more miserable.

Thanks to Suguhara Sensei and team

This post is dedicated to the magnificent child care services provided by the Montessori based daycare named Yamadanomori kids school at Yamada, Osaka Japan. Our son Aritya spent 2 years in this daycare learning some skills for a healthy well being.  They performed activities to sharpen both his fine and gross motor skills from making crafts to doing chores and even mild gardening. Many a times he had returned home with eggplants, sweet potato and cucumber harvested by the kids. They encouraged kids to independently do their chores from brushing their teeth, to washing hands, dressing up and even putting on shoes. They had plenty of fun time playing in the mud and sand under the exposure of healthy sunshine, to challenging themselves to climbing up slopes. I am thankful to the dedication and the professionalism portrayed by the teachers and caretakers of the Montessori based small school in Yamada, Osaka Japan. The teachers went all out to translate his activities in the notebook to explain his daily activity (so that I can know what he has been doing for the day at the school). Without this wonderful ladies lead by the majestic Suguhara Sensei, I would not be at ease to be working while my son is in their care. Now that he is moving on into a new school to explore the more challenging world, I am forever indebted to this ladies whom acted as mothers to look after my son and teaching the necessary skills to help him move forward to explore the upcoming challenges.
Thank you for your dedication...
Thank you for your professionalism...
Thank you for your patience...
Thank you for your endurance (language challenge)...
Thank you for your humour...
and most importantly,
Thank you for your love.

Thank you for keeping our kids safe while we work and shaping them to be excellent, capable and useful individual.

English preschool - the next phase

It is April 2018 and it means a new school year in Japan. Kids with working parents are often sent to daycare (hoikuen) or voluntary preschool (yochien) before they start the mandatory elementary education at the age of 6 in April. Aritya was born in May 2015, therefore although he will be 3 years old this year, as of April 2018 he is considered 2. Admission to preschool or even daycare is very competitive because the application goes through the city hall. Quite often, most parents opted for private daycare to have their kids looked after when they go to work. Similarly, when I was applying for admission to daycare for my son, the application was not successful partially because I was a student and priority was given to working mothers. Now that I have graduated, and have moved to another city, we tried our luck to apply for a daycare in the new city. Unfortunately, it was unsuccessful. But based on some information from a elderly friend, we found out that a new daycare is bound to be opened near our residence and we appealed to the city hall to try to get admission to the new school. To our dismay, we got accepted! Interestingly, the new daycare had also facility to open up a preschool and it is conducted mostly in English. We explained our situation and surveyed if bubu could be admitted to the new English preschool and he got accepted! It is a fun daycare where kids gets to play and do some activities where the instructors spoke in English. Although, bubu is happy in the current daycare, the activities are mostly for smaller kids and there are no progression for kids at his age. Also communication is a problem and we think that we often miss out on some information on his progress and activities. He can converse in an acceptable English and we would like if he could be understood by his teachers. So we decided to start him in the new daycare from April 2018. On April 2, we were invited to join the opening ceremony of the school. We were delighted to see the new facility and all the educational and fun material prepared for the kids. Bubbly boo was very excited about the school and was very eager to meet the teachers again (he had the opportunity to meet up the teachers before hand and witnessed the progression of the new building being built for the past weeks prior to the opening ceremony). The opening ceremony was very well conducted and I was surprised how the Japanese parents celebrates the opening ceremony. The dressed up very formally! The fathers spotted the black suit and the mothers wore formal dresses or suits and ALL of them wore pearl necklaces! Upon research on the internet, I found that it is customary to dress formally with the addition of the necklace to celebrate the opening ceremony of their child education. This made me ponder, how much you can learn from a developed nation. Although all parents strive to educate their children, very often you see the whole society celebrating the education of their children. Opening ceremony of children's education is celebrated upon in Japan with parents respecting the event with formal wear- how can you not adore their culture and sense of society?
Anyways, since it is a new daycare/school, the number of students enrolled in the preschool was only 3 inclusive of bubu. That means that the 3 of them have the attention of English speaking teachers and they get to officiate all the new toys all by themselves. This is paradise for bubu - he was jumping and enthusiast about the whole situation and of course, eager about the new school. The first week was atrial period where the kids only spent a few hours in the school to get used to the facility and the teachers. Bubu seemed to be coping well so far. Next week, the kitchen will be opened in the new school which means that lunch will be prepared in the school and given to the kids. I am most excited about this because I was hoping that he will continue eating healthily for a positive weight gain just as in our house.
I am most happy to see him happy and to communicate with the teachers and be able to be understood by the teachers about his needs (his English is better than his Japanese). I hope he continues to enjoy the school as well as continues to learn some vital social skills such as sharing and caring.

Rewrite the stars

Accustomed to obstacles in our lives, currently we are amidst a health related anxiety that keeps us gloom and pondering of what is going to happen next. Then I came across the lyrics of the song rewrite the stars from 'The Greatest Showman' (which I have been listening to, for a while now). The verse at the end described exactly how I felt at the moment and being overly optimistic, it cheered me up instantly to vanquish whatever trouble we have at the moment. So, all I can to Satya after recollecting on all the obstacles that we have fought together is....

How do we rewrite the stars?
Say you were made to be mine?
Nothing can keep us apart, cause you are the one I was meant to find
It is up to you and it is up to me
No one can say what we get to be
And why don't we rewrite the stars?
Changing the world to be ours
(Adapted from 'rewrite the stars' - The greatest showman)

As we have always been since we have first met till today....

First stage show

Aritya's daycare was preparing for the end of school academic year and one of the plans was to let kids perform a dance in a cultural show in the city. They asked us if we would allow Aritya to join and we agreed. They practiced the dance every Wednesday routinely during their fun dance lessons and eventually they called us to spectate the rehearsal in a stage hall not far from his school. We anticipated for his performance on March 17th. Parents were earlier asked to prepare black leggings and black t-shirt with a yellow bow-tie attached to it. And there we were, at the hall, all set with Aritya. We had to leave him with his teachers back stage and we were asked to be seated in the seats facing the hall. And when the music is played, the kids entered the stage and performed dance to the songs 'Zip-a-dee-doo-dah' and  'mickey mouse' dressed as Mickey and Minnie mouse. It was exhilarating to see the kids dance confidently, enjoying the performance on the stage. The next day, they performed enthusiastically again in front of a large crowd. Satya and I were truly happy to witness the performance and seeing all the kids enjoying themselves with their friends. This was Aritya's first performance in a stage in front of a large crowd and I am glad that he has experienced it. After the show, I rushed back stage to welcome him, and there he was anticipated for our return and ran to me happily. I was very proud of him and happy for his delight. After a brief snack time, I brought him to the hall to see some of the performances from older kids and later headed back home, with a happy and very tired kid.

A visit to Katsuoji Temple

I am aware of the existence of an old Japanese temple called Katsuoji Temple nearby our house. It is located uphill about 4 km away from our house in Minoh-shi. I always wanted to visit the temple but often put off the plan. So on March 4th, I suddenly decided to bring Aritya to the temple. I have done a little research beforehand stating that the temple is famous for daruma-san which were depicted from Bodhidharma. So we set off to the temple after breakfast and to my utmost surprise it was a very pleasantly landscaped with a koi pond and beautiful bridges crossing over  the pond. The temple was vastly decorated with miniature daruma-san all over. Aritya had so much fun climbing over the plight of stairs, looking at the tall water fountains, miniature man-made water fall and the koi fishes in the pond. It was a memorable visit for me and enjoyable trip for Aritya. We took a bus on our way back and Aritya seemed to enjoy the bus trip downhill. We look forward to visiting the temple again maybe in spring and enjoy the lush growth of sakura, trees and other blooms.

It is nice being me

It is so nice being me at the moment...
My baby favors me a lot and is showing a lot of affections towards me...
I am just jotting this down as a reminder as everyday passes, this moment, right now is the moment that he will ever loves me the most...
The past few weekends were spent exploring the unknown roads in our neighborhood looking for signs of spring, cooking and visiting a beautiful temple.
I feel loved, I feel joy, I love being me at this very moment...

The long break

Well, this was long due, but after my PhD graduation, I was finally entitled for a nice long break. It happened at the end of September in 2017. After my graduation, Aritya and I flew back to Malaysia and spent over a month in Malaysia. During our break, we even went to Jakarta, Indonesia with my parents. It was a pleasant holiday spent in the busy Jakarta City and a day out to the Bogor Safari park. The safari park trip was very enjoyable because we could see and feed some animals up close. Aritya and my parents enjoyed it too. It was a great treat for my dad as he loves animals. It was particularly interesting for me because part of the safari was built on a Hindu temple ruin. It was mesmerizing to see the white tigers resting on some old ruins, and to see hippos walk across the watery road up close. It was such an enjoyable trip. The food was amazing too. It was nice to see Indonesia, a country with vast Muslim population preserving their historic Hinduism culture. 

Then, back at Malaysia, Aritya and I took long trip by train to the north of Malaysia to visit Satya's brother and kids. I planned the trip because Aritya loves train rides and it was a good opportunity to see the countryside while relaxing on the train.

We tasted some good Malaysian delicacies and we had so much fun with our families. Aritya was very friendly to all and he made the break very pleasant. I also celebrated my birthday in Malaysia after a long time. My nephew Roshan went all out to make the birthday cake as surprise as possible. 

Apart from that, I also got my nose pierced and I cut my hair short. It was done as a celebration for PhD accomplishment.

Overall, it was a well-deserved nice break!

I am always with you, as long as you remember me

I just watched Pixar's Coco a few days back. It was a great movie about how we remember people after their demise. Our memory keeps them alive, and the final death occurs when we stop remembering them. Here, I would like to talk about the common folks' practice to keep the memory of the death going. For instance, all souls day and the day of the dead are acknowledged by most cultures. Brought up in a christian family, we observe the day too. But as I grew, I started questioning some practices and now that I....eerrmm...don't believe as I used to be, I start to recollect the origin of these practices. In the Hindu culture, the day before Diwali, prayers were offered to the dead and the ancestors. The same practice was implemented by the Chinese too. Although the method of practicing has much been commercialized, but the ultimate motive is as simple as remembering the dead, or to keep their memory alive. I may not practice the days in the future just as how my mom practiced it, with prayers and offerings. Instead, I am now thinking that I will observe the day in the future with a logical explanation. It will be a day to remember the dead, to reminisce on our days with them and to keep them alive in our memory. Most of the practices originated with a significant purpose. Unfortunately, with time and different cultural and religious practices, the original motive were diverted. 

The dead (memory) are always with us, as long as we remember them.

1000 days old

My son is 1000 days old today.
My panda kutty,
My puppy kutty,
My gundu pulu,
My pupply kutty.